" Don't say that about her!" Tom yelled at the guard.He stared at Tom. "What are you going to do? Tell the warden because that doesn't scare me. I do ...ove when your wife arrives and sits in the visiting room. You can't see from your view behind the glass but she has a beautiful set of legs." Please stop talking about her." Tom pleaded with the guard."I have a deal for you, convict. Do you want to hear about it?"Tom asked. "What kind of deal?"The guard smiled. "It isn't a deal; it's more like a. "I told you you'd get caught eventually." She laughed at Becky, before facing me. "I'm sorry, I have tried to stop her but you know what teenagers are like."I didn't actually, other than remembering my own teen years. It appeared that it was a rhetorical question anyway as she continued. "Come inside."Again I had no chance to respond as she just turned away and walked into the house. Annie, as she introduced herself, took charge. She had me sit in the middle of a three seater sofa whilst she. ”And with that, Rachel Finklestein wrapped herself in her coat and left. Moments later, I heard the door to Courtney’s bedroom open. Courtney stumbled into the front room naked, smiling, dripping with sweat, and shaking. Her legs buckled and she fell to the floor, laughing. “Wow,” she cried. “Oh wow.” Courtney was a mess. Her hair was disheveled, her makeup was smeared, and she was covered in perfect lipstick imprints from Rachel Finklestein’s kisses. “I could feel it everywhere!” she screamed. My excitement started stirring. As she bent down to fill the bottle that was kept on the step, she purposefully slipped the pallu of her sari down. I could see her boobs outline very clearly. As she turned around to leave she fell down as though she slipped. I asked whether she was all right and she said she had a sprain in her arms. I saw this was my chance and put her arms around her shoulders and took her in. I put her down in my bedroom and asked whether she needed any help. She asked me.